All lights went out. "Crap!" Ana gasped.
"Everyone okay?" Steve asked from outside the room.
Ana went to search for her flashlight in her bedside table.
"Ana!" Natasha tried to open the locked door.
BAM!
"Ow!" Ana exclaimed as she hit the floor. Ana got to her feet, grabbed her flashlight, and walked to open the door.
"Are you alright?" Natasha asked, worried.
Ana shrugs her shoulders, "I'm fine, just fell out of bed, that's all."
"Oh my God!" Natasha embraced her daughter.
"I'm fine." Ana pushed her mother away, "Seriously, a foot fall would not break me."
"Are you sure?" Natasha held her daughter at arms length, refusing to let go.
"Yeah." Ana nodded as Natasha let's go off Ana. "Let's go." Ana smiles at Natasha then moved out of the doorway and led Natasha into the kitchen.
"I'm alive, guys, no need to send mom." Ana sighs as she came to the kitchen.
"We didn't send Kim Possible to get you." Cooper stated, "You crazy?"
"Kim Possible?" Ana looked at Cooper and gasped in realization, "Oh! Yeah… okay— she does kinda look like Kim and dad looks like Ron. So, I guess you're right."
"Did the Princess Anastasia, actually agreed with someone?" Cooper gasped, sarcastically, "Shocking."
Ana smirked at him, "Soak it in… cause even a broken clock is right twice a day."
"If it's an analog clock, but what if it was a digital clock?" Lila smirks.
Ana chuckled.

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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.